11.11.2013

hiking with sarah (poem)


sarah moves with me
on the trail

we are
as mythic

as mundane as
the woods
themselves

trees reach out
and we duck
like little
animals
who love
to be alone

the sun sets
but light passes
from
her
to
me

she labors in jeans
and an old high school
drama t-shirt

but I see a thin summer dress
at home in 1960—

behind
her parent’s
house

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